Infinite Fire Record

Chapter 28: Little Dragon Lady, My Wife

The dark stone room held no trace of light.

At this moment, an eerie stillness settled within.

A man slowly opened his eyes upon the stone platform, a faint chill rising from its surface.

Silver-colored pupils, devoid of emotion. Only endless indifference, endless coldness, endless—

This man was none other than Imperial Sky.

He slowly stood, his ice-cold gaze fixed upon the woman before him.

A faint sense of foreboding rose within Little Dragon Lady’s mind. Her heart tensed, and she regarded Imperial Sky with unwavering coldness. But before she could react further, he appeared beside her instantly. His voice, devoid of warmth, cut through the silence.

“I need endless coldness. Your physique is a cold-causing body.”

The moment his words fell, her body tensed. Her right hand swung forward without hesitation.

Beauty Fist—created by Lin Chaoying. Each movement mimicked an ancient beauty, imbued with the elusive charm of a thousand years past. Every motion poetic, every strike graceful.

Little Dragon Lady executed Chang’e for Stealing Medicine—

She did not understand the ways of men. But as a woman, she knew enough.

Her expression remained impassive, her gaze frigid.

The moment her fist struck, she looked like a figure of ice and jade, dancing alone beneath the moonlight.

But Imperial Sky—whether he had lost his mind or merely his humanity—remained unfazed. Only absolute sanity remained.

With a casual motion, his right hand extended and caught her with ease.

In a single bound, he landed upon the Cold Jade Bed.

The white veil drifted down like falling petals.

Beneath the silver gaze of Imperial Sky, a woman as pale as jade was revealed—flawless in every way.

Beautiful. Very beautiful.

He sighed inwardly.

Little Dragon Lady met his gaze with unwavering coldness, her eyes empty of mercy, untouched by affection.

A long breath escaped her lips as the white veil descended, shrouding them both in shadow.

Then, a sharp gasp.

A pained grunt.

And in the darkness, a splash of crimson bloomed—

A color so vivid it pierced through the black.

Movement stirred within the stone chamber.

From above, silver light flickered, falling upon the veil. Beneath it, ice and fire entwined.

The next morning, the darkness of the stone chamber was pierced by a glimmer of light.

Silver light—reflected from a pair of eyes.

Silver hair. Silver pupils.

Imperial Sky, his skin like polished jade, stood in the shadows, a faint glow emanating from him.

His silver gaze swept across the chamber, sharp enough to pierce the void.

Then, he turned to look upon the woman lying on the Cold Jade Bed.

She was perfect. Beauty incarnate.

A cold smile formed upon his lips, yet within it, the faintest trace of warmth.

“Unexpected,” he murmured, “that we would be bound together in such a way. But what is done is done. I am not a man who turns his back on what has come to pass.”

With a flick of his wrist, he lifted the white veil, covering Little Dragon Lady’s pale and delicate form.

She had been awake for some time. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her expression icy. Her voice was a whisper of frost.

“You are a bad person.”

He chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her jade-like face.

“I expected your first words to be a vow to kill me.”

She frowned slightly. “I am not strong enough to kill you.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “Not strong enough, so you cannot kill me? Tell me, dragon child, do you know the consequence of not being strong enough?”

Her brows drew together. “I do not know.”

“Haha…” He smirked. “It means you will be under my control in all things. You cannot resist. You can only obey. Longer, in time, you will remain by my side. Now that I have become what I am, there is no one left in this world who can stand against me. You will come to accept your place—as my beauty, belonging to me alone.”

With those words, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Little Dragon Lady did not resist.

Yet, within her, something stirred—something strange, something unfamiliar.

Not long after, Imperial Sky stepped out of the stone chamber.

Granny Sun had been waiting.

Her gaze flickered with unease as she regarded him, hesitating before she asked, “Sir, my young lady—how is she?”

A faint smile played at his lips, warmer than before. For the first time in two lifetimes, his first wife was a woman of unparalleled beauty. A trace of joy stirred within him.

Reaching into his robe, he withdrew a Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng and spoke evenly.

“Dragon child has stepped into the realm of humanity for the first time. Her body is delicate. Stew this according to the prescribed method to nourish her.”

Granny Sun trembled, staring in shock as she accepted the precious herb.

“Go,” he said simply, waving her off.

She departed, but her heart churned with disbelief.

A Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng—a divine treasure, given only to strengthen Little Dragon Lady’s body.

She did not know that within Imperial Sky’s Dragon Devouring Ring, countless such medicinal treasures lay in abundance. The ring, a lifetime’s collection of the Medicine Elder, held herbs beyond compare. The Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng was nothing more than a lowly existence among them.

There were only three of these ginsengs, as Pill Elder had not deemed them of much value. But even so, these three were the only ones Imperial Sky could use freely. The rest—if consumed carelessly—would cause one to explode and die.

As Granny Sun departed, Imperial Sky stepped forward, his form light as if he were an immortal.

In an instant, he emerged from the ancient tomb.

The sunlight bathed his body in warmth.

A warmth that was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting.

He turned his focus inward, sensing the energy within him.

His Dou Qi Whirlwind, transparent and colorless, now carried an ominous aura.

Within the Mud Palace Pill, where his soul resided, flames surged like an inferno.

The Bone Spirit Cold Flame had regained a sliver of its former power.

A slow smirk spread across his lips.

I was originally the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

Now, the Bone Spirit Cold Flame has fused with the Devouring Ability. That journey through the void must have merged them.

Now, this flame… is no longer just the Bone Spirit Cold Flame. It has become the Void Swallowing Flame!

A chuckle escaped him as he felt the vast power within his soul.

“I once practiced the Burning Decree, but I never expected it to transform into flame and embed itself in my Mud Palace Pill.”

He exhaled a long breath, his expression unreadable.

“In the future, when I devour flames, they will become a part of my very soul.”

With that, he turned and walked away.